Where's Dr. Marshall?
I don't know. He's probably in the lab.
When he gets ready to go,
I'll put the component back
in the communications system.
The moment he contacts Earth,
I'll remove it.
If anyone speaks one wrong word
during that moment...
What did... what did you do?
With the suit?
I put it away. I put it in my locker.
Don't think it.
Block it out.
Don't think what, Lieutenant?
Block it. Block it. Block it. Block it.
Block it.
I didn't write it. I didn't.
Where is it, Chandler?
What?
I didn't...
I wish it were dark.
I get so lonely for the night.
I can't dream.
It's an insane horror.
It... it seems wrong.
There should be a night.
The night's suited for dreaming.
It's suited.
In his...
His suit... no.
Don't think it.
Block it.
Take it out and destroy it.
There is nothing wrong with your television set.
Do not attempt to adjust the picture.
We are controlling transmission.
We will control the horizontal.
We will control the vertical.
We can change the focus to a soft blur
or sharpen it to crystal clarity.
For the next hour, sit quietly,
and we will control all that you see and hear.
You are about to participate in a great adventure.
You are about to experience the awe and mystery
which reaches from the inner mind to...
At this very moment,
our horizon is menaced by 2 explosive forces,
both man-made.
One is a deadly wonder.
The other, wondrously alive.
Both forces have compelled man
to reach out for worlds beyond his own...
New worlds,
where he may find peace and room to grow.
This is the first of those new worlds.
The united nations of Earth have claimed it
and called it Anex One.
It is almost identical to Earth,
except that there is no night.
Sunlight is constant.
Early reports from the small expeditionary team
stationed on Anex One
indicated that the ancient planet
appeared to be suitable for colonization
by Earth's overflowing population.
But the most recent reports have contained unspoken,
oddly-disturbing undercurrents...
And the united space agency has decided to investigate.
The man chosen, Dr. Evan Marshall,
Psychiatrist.
Evan?
Hello, Julie.
Dr. Evan Marshall.
You look like a bunch of celebrities
at a Sunday picnic.
I've seen your pictures,
but I can't tell you apart in those, uh...
Uh, better put these on,
Dr. Marshall.
The constant sun, Doctor.
We must not come out into it
without our glasses.
We've taken to keeping them on at all times
to enforce the habit.
In a few days, you'll begin to feel
like they're a part of your person,
which is the way we feel.
This is Dr. Evan Marshall,
chief of the psychiatric division
in our much-divided space agency.
You've all heard of him, I'm sure,
and some of us have already met him.
Well, that was way back on Earth.
We'll all start fresh up here, won't we?
Dr. Reiner?
Dr. Marshall.
Lieutenant Chandler.
Doctor.
Professor La Costa.
Dr. Marshall.
And Mr. Fowler, correct?
Correct.
Dark glasses disguise no one.
And, uh, Grif?
Grif is... Grif is dead.
It was a hideous accident.
It wasn't reported,
at least not before I left Earth.
It only happened a few days ago.
How many days ago, Mr. Fowler?
Grif was the mainspring up here,
Dr. Marshall.
The tick that held us all together.
Without him, we're still somewhat disoriented...
Temporarily, of course.
You see, it's rather difficult to count days
when they're no nights.
It happened day before yesterday,
just a few minutes before 12:00 noon.
It, uh, couldn't have been reported, anyway,
Dr. Marshall.
You see,
we have a problem
with our communications system.
What kind of problem?
Well, uh...
What kind of a problem, Lieutenant Chandler?
That is your department, isn't it?
I was trying to think of some way to explain it
in terms that a layman might understand.
Can it be corrected?
Uh...
Yes, of course it can be corrected.
Anything on Anex One
can be corrected, Dr. Marshall.
Well, I certainly hope so.
The mother ship won't be back for me
until I send the word.
Well, now,
shall we step in out of the sun?
You can't appreciate
how really uncomfortable
it is, Dr. Marshall,
until you've gotten in and out of it.
You can have this room here.
I'll move in with Dr. Reiner
while you're here.
It's a bit primitive, but I'm afraid
that's what homesteads in the new world
are supposed to be.
It looks fine.
Tell me, uh,
how does it feel living pioneer style?
I mean, emotionally, of course.
Oh, we were trained to be unemotional.
Uh, correction.
Non-emotional.
I miss dreaming.
I never could dream very much
in the daytime.
It's all we have up here,
is sunny daytime.
I'll put this away.
You're probably anxious
to start checking things out.
Thanks.
You knew he was coming.
No.
Then Grif knew. He told you.
Reese, I'm not in the habit of lying to people.
But I'm not really people anymore,
am I, Julia?
Which explains why
I especially couldn't lie to you.
Therefore, it's hopeless for me
to try to behave like a person...
Morally, that is.
Reese, please go.
Do you know why he came up here, Julia?
I think so.
Grif and I expected someone would come.
It had nothing to do with you or any of the others.
It concerned only Grif and me and...
And you're not having children.
Experimental animals aren't supposed
to behave like people, Julia.
Whatever made your marriage loveless
wasn't supposed to also make it childless.
I don't like being like this, Julie...
Inhuman.
But this thing in... rises in me
and blots out all the decency
I used to feel.
It rises more often
and blots out more and more.
Where's Dr. Marshall?
I don't know. He's probably in the lab.
When he gets ready to go,
I'll put the component back
in the communications system.
The moment he contacts Earth,
I'll remove it.
If anyone speaks one wrong word
during that moment...
What did... what did you do?
With the suit?
I put it away. I put it in my locker.
Don't think it.
Block it out.
Don't think what, Lieutenant?
Block it. Block it. Block it. Block it.
Block it.
I didn't write it. I didn't.
Where is it, Chandler?
What?
I didn't...
I wish it were dark.
I get so lonely for the night.
I can't dream.
It's an insane horror.
It... it seems wrong.
There should be a night.
The night's suited for dreaming.
It's suited.
In his...
His suit... no.
Don't think it.
Block it.
Take it out and destroy it.
I can read your thoughts, Chandler.
You all should know that by now.
No one can quiet his thoughts.
It's impossible.
Even if I hadn't found that
and Dr. Marshall had,
I'd know about it.
I can hear his thoughts.
I'll never let him leave.
Now destroy it.
No, no.
Not that way.
Eat it.
I won't do it again, Reese.
I'm bound to be alone with him again before...
No. No!
Be quiet.
Please.
No.
Don't.
Night.
It's only gonna be like night.
A long night...
To dream in.
Reads like some psychiatric reports
I've written.
All facts and a yard long.
It should cover every phase of the expedition
from the day we landed.
It should...
But it doesn't.
Some of my findings are missing, Dr. Marshall.
I should say lack of findings.
I didn't come up here
to check on the possibility
of past civilizations
on Anex One.
Excuse me.
I'm looking for Lieutenant Chandler.
And Julie would like for you
to call on her, Doctor.
She would?
Dr. Reiner, my treatment.
For heaven's sake, Reese, don't keep this up.
Haven't you endangered him enough?
Don't go.
Perhaps we're all doomed, Henry.
I a bit more than the rest.
But Dr. Marshall still has a chance
if Mr. Fowler keeps his word.
A small one to be sure,
but sometimes
they're the greatest.
Can we have faith in the word of a madman?
I'm not a madman, Professor.
I'm a mutant.
Come with me, Mr. Fowler.
Same as it's always been, isn't it, Evan?
Yes, very much.
We say a few small, useless words,
and then...
Then we go quiet.
A man and a woman
shouldn't be afraid of the quiet
that comes between them, Julie.
I was never afraid of the quiet.
Well, what was it, Julie?
What frightened you away?
When I ran away from you...
And I did run...
I always knew that someday, somewhere, I'd...
I'd have to face you and tell you why.
But not now, Evan.
You know why I've come up here, Julie?
Yes, I think so.
To find out why Grif and I...
Well...
After all, after 2 years,
the space agency's entitled to an investigation.
Couples who are physically and romantically sound
are expected to at least begin a family in 2 years...
Especially experimental couples.
You and Grif were physically sound
when you left Earth.
Did anything happen?
Nothing happened.
Is that the answer?
When a girl runs as fast as I did,
she's bound to bump into someone,
and I... I bumped into Grif.
I'm afraid I didn't take too good a look.
I was too busy being helped up.
And then suddenly
we were here on a new world,
and I had time to look.
And I respected what I saw,
but I didn't...
I couldn't...
When did he find out, Julie?
That I didn't love him?
That you hadn't stopped loving me, Julie.
Missing me.
I mean, the facts of his death
are recorded perfectly in the log, Julie.
Neatly and perfectly,
like the recipe for accidental dying.
Was it an accident, Julie,
or was it suicide?
Oh.
Oh, no.
No, Grif... Grif would hate for anybody
to think that about him.
Was that it, Julie?
I mean, most suicides are accidents, anyway.
Uh, when are you, uh, leaving, Evan?
Um...
What is it, Julie?
When, uh, Grif found out that I didn't...
That I didn't love him...
We became friends.
A sound couple.
We were friends.
The space agency will understand
Grif's kind of morality and decency,
and that should be explanation enough,
but it...
It makes me feel very guilty.
And being this close to you
makes me feel unbearably guilty.
It's more than that.
Evan, please.
Please don't probe.
Please stop.
I was going to knock. Honest.
You want to see Dr. Reiner?
I was looking for Lieutenant Chandler.
Probably somewhere daydreaming.
Julie?
Put your glasses on, Doctor.
And don't wander too far from the hut.
The only protection we have against the rain,
which is due within the half hour.
Does it rain that hard?
Evan!
Evan, hurry!
Evan!
Quick.
Don't ever let it go again, Julie.
Not ever.
What's wrong, Julie?
Oh, Evan, not now.
Someday...
Someday when we meet somewhere on Earth.
I wasn't referring to whatever it is that is wrong between us
what were you talking about, Evan?
What's wrong here?
You know, you're a man of very sharp instincts,
and you're terrifyingly perceptive.
Those are rare qualities,
and they make you a superior psychiatrist,
but you just haven't learned
to live with them.
You let them probe into every mood
and moment.
You investigate every blink
and word and gesture.
You're just too persistently analytical.
In a funny way, you're a kind of...
A kind of 1984 man.
Stop watching life, Evan.
Just... it'll go on somehow.
It really is much bigger than any Big Brother.
I'd like to talk to you, Dr. Reiner.
Oh. Very well, Doctor.
Shall we go in here?
Oh, Julie.
Uh, come in.
Uh, it can wait, Doctor. Thank you.
Very well.
So can our talk
of Professor La Costa's cave.
I, uh, I just realized
I haven't had much sleep lately.
Julie, wait!
He knows about this.
Reese?
Dr. Marshall.
No. If he knows,
we'll have to tell him why we come here,
and if he knows that...
He's our only hope, Julie.
He may get back to Earth.
Aah! Doctor, help!
And he said...
Oh, he thought there was no animal life here.
Come, Julie.
This place isn't safe to use anymore.
There may be other creatures,
other mutations.
Oh.
Will one of you talk to me here?
Oh.
Yes, Dr. Marshall. Here we can talk to you.
Professor La Costa and I were hoping you'd follow.
Evan, we've been trying to keep you safe.
Well, what happened to Professor La Costa?
I saw him come in here earlier.
He's dead.
Where's his body?
Oh, don't tell him any more, please.
Please don't tell him.
Why not, Julie?
Because if you know,
he'll know.
He can hear your thoughts.
Reese Fowler.
He's become a mutant.
He was caught in the first shower of R.I...
Radioisotope.
Oh, no, please don't say any more.
Don't tell him any more, please.
Confused thoughts
are more difficult to conceal, Julie.
If he knows everything,
he may also know a way
to keep from thinking about it.
We were in the hut
the first time it showered.
Reese was outside.
Some sixth sense warned Grif,
and he ordered us to remain indoors.
Then the storm hit.
He fell, screamed, tore at his eyes...
But Grif wouldn't let any of us go to him.
Within the hour, he began to mutate into what he is.
He's charged with trillions of radioactive ions.
You've seen how he keeps his distance.
He killed Grif?
Grif knew that Anex One was useless
and we had to leave.
We had to leave Reese behind,
otherwise he would have contaminated the rest of us
in the limited confines of the space capsule.
But Reese couldn't give up the idea of being cured.
He killed Professor La Costa?
No. That was a mutated creature.
It caused the atoms of La Costa's being to explode
the way Reese killed Lieutenant Chandler.
He just admitted it to me
as I was preparing this latest
hopeless treatment for him.
We became his prisoners.
He destroyed our spaceship,
and then he disabled our communications.
He's got to get it working again
if he wants me to leave here.
He... he knows that.
He removed one of the miniature components.
He probably intends to replace it long enough...
Oh, he'll be standing right over you.
You won't be able to signal.
No, that's not what I was thinking.
Look, I... I've got an idea.
Not a very promising one, but...
Do you think you could hypnotize me?
If you can be hypnotized.
I could be made to forget
all I know about this.
He'd let me leave here
if he was convinced I hadn't heard anything.
Well, but if you forget, what good will it do?
Well, I'll only forget
till someone on Earth keys recall
by using a certain word or phrase.
Someone on Earth?
There must be a word
I'm certain to hear on Earth.
But it must be a word
that you are certain not to hear
before you leave here.
Hope?
I'm liable to hear that word anywhere, Julie.
Even here.
But there must be something
someone will say to you.
Your associates at the space agency.
Your friends.
Uh, a technical expression or an official signal.
Reese.
Well, a person might go through a whole day
without even saying his own name,
unless he was telephoned.
But you'll both have to remember
not to mention his name or call him.
When I make my verbal report before the board,
they'll ask about each one of you up here.
They'll ask by name.
Well, when you only have straws to grasp at,
you grasp at straws.
Sit down, Doctor,
before the candle.
Now, I suggest
that you keep looking at this gentle flame.
Keep looking at it.
It's all there is to see in all the world,
and you can't take your eyes from it.
You can't even close your eyes,
even though you can feel the weight
of your eyelids
and the longing for sleep.
You'll sleep a long time.
You'll sleep until Julie says,
"Evan, wake up."
Until then, you'll sleep.
I'm still a man,
a man with a mind, a name.
A man they call Fowler,
Reese Fowler.
I must remember that.
I must keep saying it to myself,
to everyone.
I am a man named Reese.
Yes?
Fowler?
I'm still here. Just a minute.
All right.
Uh, it seemed longer this time.
I thought duration might succeed
where volume failed.
Do you think you'll be able to tell...
Aah! No!
The dark, it hurts. Hurry. Aah.
All right?
Yes.
Yes, I'm all right.
No, don't. Don't go, Doctor, please.
Please don't go.
It isn't safe for me
to be in such confined quarters
with you, Reese.
I'm... if I'm contaminated,
I can't be of much help to you.
Why are you frightened to say my name?
2 brothers are we, great burdens we bear,
on which we are bitterly pressed.
The truth is to say we are full all the day
and empty when we go to rest.
I used to know
every riddle known to man, Dr. Reiner.
The answer to the one
you're using to block out your thoughts...
A pair of shoes. 2.
I can understand
you being afraid of my touch, but my name?
Why my name?
I must not say it.
You must not say my name? Why?
Please tell me why.
Evan, wake up.
I can't see your face.
Which expression are you wearing, Julie?
You say that as if you know them all.
Well, don't I?
Would it be so terrible if you didn't?
No. No, not terrible at all.
It might be lovely to look at you sometimes
without really being able to see you.
That sounded very unanalytical,
and also very male.
Come on, it's time to get in out of our, uh,
our rain.
It's all there is to see.
You cannot take your eyes from it.
The gentle flame,
the weight of your eyelids.
You will sleep.
You will sleep
and forget all you know about the horror here.
You must remember not to mention his name.
Posthypnotic,
someone on Earth will ask for him
at the space agency.
You'll tell the horror.
The horror.
Sleep.
Slee...
Julie, wait.
Where have we been?
Well, come on. It comes quickly.
We'd better get inside.
Someplace dark.
Evan, there are no dark places on Anex One,
or are you speaking metaphorically?
I could be, but I'm not.
Maybe you were dreaming
when I stumbled upon you in the forest.
My, that has a fairy tale ring to it, hasn't it?
My habit of being persistently analytical
is not nearly as off-putting
as your displaced sense of humor, Julie.
Evan?
What is it?
The door, it's locked or stuck.
Who is it, please?
Let us in.
Well, then, ask me to.
Open the door, Fowler.
Fowler?
How impersonal, and without a "Mister" before it.
It's slightly derogatory, don't you think?
Please open the door, Mr. Fowler.
Please, the rain!
Oh, it hasn't started to rain yet, has it?
We'd better find a place to hide.
Yes. If we run, we can...
Oh, wait. The Doctor. Doctor?
Dr. Reiner?
Doctor?
Say, "Please open the door, Mr. Fowler."
No. No, ask it as you would ask it of a friend,
a friend you call by his Christian name.
You do remember my Christian name,
don't you, Julie?
What's he getting at?
Say it. Say my name.
Come on, this way.
Say my name!
I'm a man named Reese Fowler!
Dr. Marshall.
We may be here a long time, Julie.
We may even die here.
On, no. He... he won't kill us.
He needs us.
He doesn't... he doesn't want to be alone.
The part of him that's human doesn't want to be alone.
That part may not last much longer.
Come out!
Julie?
Dr. Marshall?!
Come out.
I won't harm you.
I need you.
Dr. Reiner's dead.
I didn't kill him.
He fell.
Believe me.
I wouldn't kill the only man that could help me.
I won't kill you.
Dr. Marshall, please believe me.
You locked us out!
You wanted us to be contaminated.
I couldn't help that.
Sometimes it's so easy
to forget that part of me that's still human.
Will you help me?
Let us return to Earth.
They'll send help. They can do more than...
This planet is useless, Dr. Marshall!
The experiment has failed!
They'll write it off!
The taxpayers, they'll write it off.
I'll be awarded some kind of medal posthumously.
Let you go, both of you?
I'm a mutant, Doctor, not a madman.
Come out!
Forgive me, Evan?
You know, running away is... is a bad thing.
You run away from one unsatisfactory world,
and... and you bump right into another one.
You usually bounce back.
The pain is... I can't stand it.
Aah!
The forces of violence
and the forces of nature
compel man to reach out toward new horizons,
where peace and sanity may flourish,
where there is room to grow.
But before we run,
should we not first make certain
that we have done all that can be done here
to end madness,
quiet the disturbers of peace,
and make room for those who need so little to grow in?
We now return control
of your television set to you
until next week at this same time,
when the control voice will take you to...